C H L O R I S

PROSTITUTED FOR LOVE.

Chloris is what blooms at night, she is the wonder that travels within her own body and yours closing the trilogy "Visual Sister." Evoking self voyeurism and sexual fantasies, Chloris over looks the progress of Dahlia's unfaithfulness and polyamory games into a solitary experience of senseless sex, masturbation and new found love. Chloris is the rebirth from punishment - an arousing sensation of being sexually awake to love once again.

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B R U T A L & N A K E D - C H L O R I S

                                                         PROSTITUTED FOR LOVE.

C H L O R I S  - SPRING 2014. 

D A H L I A - SO PUNISHED.

I have been quite for a while - but now you can understand why.

D A H L I A 

II 

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ONLY ME - ONLY YOU.

It’s hard for me to write about you – it’s more of an escape I fantasize.

In a lapse of time  – now I am loosing you.

Giving my life to the future to forget you. 

When I try and think about you- I stay

I take a chance to feel myself indulging in a deep wave of nausea.

I follow my eyes to the other side –

To another place where my breasts will still smell of your golden hair.

I wish you were here lying next to me-

Feeling me falling out of love.

Watching me depart towards something else.  

Maybe then we could decide that you no longer want me there by your side.

I loved you –

But at the same time sin loved me too.

BITTER LASTING LIQUID - HER BLOOD HEATS SLOWLY.

I would have burned inside of myself-

If I hadn't learnt how to feel it.

A rapture of midnight meshes under 12 full moons-

If I didn't want to have everything you touched,

you would have known something else.

The moon she follows me, with her winds under-

It doesn't matter how much she accompanies me.

How long she kept her blue life aside, just to regret.

So dense she rises with the morning that smelled of moist caramel hair-

Indulging, so that it doesn't matter as much-

Becoming familiar with what she forgets.

Bitter lasting liquid- her blood heats slowly

sometimes for hours-

Through fire highly concentrated.

Bitter lasting never too late-

to suddenly pull her here again, white and docile.

She feels it in the night again,

She saw me in the night again.

And again she dreamed with the night.

For her- for life - for eternal bleeding- for infinite fire.

She leaves me-

with all her moonlight

behind.

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A SILENCE FOR DAHLIA.

She remembered awkward space-

Out of everything, through everything

He would never know her human relationship.

How her voice pure hearted reached the verge of recognition-

Tiresome diagnosed imagination

Her world was changing, everything else was still.

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FOUND IN HER STOMACH FIRST.

Don't even think about it-

in the past that was a taboo.

It use to come in small doses of haunting moments,

In the past it was as if the super natural over took her body.

What a shame-

Must be the blood that feeds her mind with a plague of dreams.

It fills her up- making her eyes roll black.

A spectacular disease of perfection.

An infinite deliticassen of intoxication.

and those who saw her -

they didn't even waste their time.

For them this woman was like venom to crime.

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FIRST OF D A H L I A .

In my streams of consciousness Dahlia appeared -

Ambiguous and omnipresent to consume me.

I begin to reconsider my memory-

Dahlia you were born from Olympia,

from heartache or nightmare-

Now you see me die in complications.

Now you see this contagious venom of life you have given to me.

Dahlia- Child travel within me.

Take this moment to come and engage with me -

in absense or in death -

A year will pass in which you will cut right though my golden flesh.

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SELF REFLECTION.

M O N G O L O M I N G O T .

HANDS CURSED BY 13.

Why cant you lay inexistent to others,

be my anonymous lover.

Maybe then I would understand what it feels like to be left alone,

in your presence draped in lights that bring you alive.

Your non real movements,

the non real ecstasy from morning to night.

Find me looking for you with no eyes,

I couldn't describe- how I found you, no real

sense, no real life.

My life-

the phantom pregnancy of desires ovulating-

the creations of never lasting lover inside.

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TANGLED SOLITUDE.

How could I have been so oblivious-

Licking off my body taste, the summer days

had more sunlight at night.

Habitual rhythms of feeling alive-

oh, if only you could understand.

If only I could realize-

the moaning sounds of a deep dive.

Love me, fill me in with the depth of your eyes.

Elevate my senses towards a better place where my body meets a full sunrise.

Help me overcome this longing of time.

Golden noir , you fall so quickly down my hands.

But at the same time your overpowering density begins to take over my body.

Beginning to carry a dense shine of memory,

growing-

growing to reach my floors once again.

This time you grip on me tight-

blinding me giving me tangled solitude all throughout the night.

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F L U S H .

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STRANGER YOUR HANDS ARE WELCOME.

From the perspective of the bed your hands looked so close-

to mine.

I could feel the friction in between my fingers

as if inside of you lay a thousand sheets-

of softness.

From the horizon, the wind you blew-

past my neck-

that of an oceans strange breeze

which invites you to currents of -

nausea.

Holding my eyes back towards the darkness of the room-

the light that crept in and exposed passing

by the cracks and ripples of my hair.

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CHAMBRE S O L A R I S .

Stranger, Stranger-

Your hands are welcome.

Hands, I know your feeling so strange.

Like the ones I had before.

You probably thought I would constantly be coming back?

Well I found myself in the same situation as a couple of years ago-

but this time I had nothing to write about.

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I SPOKE IT THROUGH SLOWLY.

I told her what to do-

I took her through the night.

I took her fingers- all five.

Close to one another-

holding them all in between her thighs.

I lead her to push them in-

A bit tighter.

A bit farther.

I told her she had to reach in.

I said-

Disconnect for a bit.

I told her- Think about her lips soaking right next to mine.

I followed her- watching her fingers loose the way.

As she began to loose herself as well.

I told her to remain.

She said-

Now you know how I feel?

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A FLORA-LA BESE.

An early thought that behaves just-

like a woman I had met before.

Flora come and introduce the body-

my body to spring.

Golden crisp -

Give me the sex-

that sex that reaches up to you.

Flora- I think I'm in love.

Flora, with you.

Don't make me change season-

A season after having just bloomed.

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MAISON DE TOLERANCE. P A R I S . IV

I don't know what it is-

That you have to keep looking.

Without you looking over me-

where would I be?

And all around me -

Places I suddenly see without you.

Ill be long- suddenly the wonder.

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MAISON DE TOLERANCE. P A R I S . III

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